You call this a shield?

Sheld looked at Langwood with a worried expression, which made Langwood proud for a while: "It won't be a big deal if you admit defeat early. It's your honor to join our rebel army!"

Shield: "..."

"You know what to do, I'm worried about who will be veiled by Neveu..."

Sheld muttered in his heart and sighed slightly.

The three of them stepped out, and Sheld stood at the front, with his hands on his hips and the dead fish staring at the sky. He was even more worried about whether the containers above his head would collapse: "So, in the wheel battle, whoever of you will go first, or let you pick whoever wants to fight with you!" Who hit?"

"Since you have such a heart, it would be impolite for me to refuse."

Cardero, who was standing on Langwood's right, stepped forward: "I'll come first, and then you... um... Ladies first?"

It turns out that some people really use women first in this kind of time, Sheld cocked his mouth, this was quite a "hot" topic in his previous life.

"You pick."

"Then..."

Cardero drew circles in the air with his fingers, and the target jumped left and right on Neveu and Ix, and finally settled on Ix.

Sheld turned his head slightly and slapped himself on the forehead.

Will choose!Too good at choosing.

You, a storm warlock, chose a mage who can play silence?

Why, there is a problem with my eyesight... Well, there is nothing wrong with it.

Sheld looked at Ix and suddenly understood Cardero's thoughts. Of course, everyone chose the weak ones as their opponents. The heads of the three divisions of the other party, at least among the three of them, must not be self-sacrificing. Said.

As for Ix, who is very weak now, she doesn't look tall and thin, holding a black and inconspicuous sword in her hand.

He's not a very good swordsman, is he?

In general terms.

"But, that's a staff..."

That's the sword called the staff.

Ikes didn't say much, but reluctantly stepped forward with the "sword".

"Come on."

Sheld gave a thumbs up, causing Ix to sigh deeply: "If I lose, you two don't blame me, anyway, two out of three rounds are the best."

"Hey, you have a little confidence in yourself, okay, the other party is a mage."

"what?"

Before the conversation on Sheld's side could be completed, Kadro over there couldn't wait. He didn't have the staffs used by traditional mages outside to speed up the use of skills and aim at the target, but relied on his own hands.

Sangbo didn't bring a staff when he used spells before. He was probably too poor. Most of the materials of the staff are very expensive. Needless to say, the metal ones are outrageously expensive, and the slightly cheaper wooden ones are only relatively cheap. It's cheap.

Not to mention, in the Ampken Great Desert, even wood is unavailable.

"wind……"

I saw Cardero's hands stacked up and down like gathering "waves", and a light blue sphere of energy began to spin rapidly.

Spiral pill?

The meatball in Sheld's palm was more or less familiar, and he kept complaining in his heart that Cardero's actual actions were completely opposite to the polite and gentlemanly tone he pretended on his lips.

Engage in a sneak attack?

"Is this not a foul?"

Shield turned to ask Aldrich.

Of course it counts, and Aldrich secretly scolded a few people in his heart for playing this kind of trick as the person in charge, and using magic skills in this kind of place, what if the shot misses and the place collapses?

"It's really out of my mind!"

However, just as Aldrich was about to speak out to stop him, suddenly, he saw a halo flashing in Cardero's hand, followed by a dull explosion.

Others may be a bit unfamiliar with this sound, but Sheld heard it in his previous life, it was a sound similar to a car tire blowing out.

Immediately afterwards, Cardero's screams resounded throughout the training ground.

"Ah... I didn't control it too well. After all, it's a bit troublesome to interfere gently with mid-level and high-level magic. I'm really sorry."

Ix said an unapologetic apology with a blank face, then walked away leisurely with small steps, and returned to Stike and the others.

sorry?

Seeing that his hands were bloody and bloodstained by rolling on the ground, Cardero, who was dragged up by the other two responsible persons, unconsciously wiped his hands on the seam of his trousers.

What Ikes was talking about was that it was a little troublesome to interfere, not that she couldn't interfere gently. Rather than saying "I didn't control it well", it was better to say "I don't want to bother".

It was so miserable to watch, it really made me feel a little phantom pain.

"Go to the doctor, hurry up!"

Langwood yelled at Entos, who frowned slightly, but Cardero's screams in front of him made him nod and quickly disappeared into the passage.

As an assassin, it is indeed a better choice to go to the medical staff in terms of speed of action.

"Do you want to save him?"

Steve asked unhurriedly.

"There's no rush, we'll talk about it when we need it, anyway, it won't die after a while of pain."

Sheld waved his hands, why bother to put a hot face on a cold butt, repaying good for bad?Sheld couldn't do it, he was narrow-minded.

"Since death is included in the winning and losing conditions proposed by the opponent, the pain must be expected, right?"

"Speaking of which..."

"In this competition, everyone subtly realized that they did not bring their entourage, including medical staff."

Stike walked behind Shield and reminded in a low voice: "Although the conditions are like this, it seems that they are not ready to be injured."

"Who knows, it may be arrogance, or it may be other reasons, but Aldrich is definitely different from what they think." Sheld squinted at Aldridge who was standing not far away with an expressionless expression, and said in a low voice. Yu said: "Tell me, is there any possibility for us to kill?"

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It's not that Sheld is cruel to kill him, but it's very likely that this is the original script.

Is Aldrich really a fuel-efficient lamp?

I'm afraid not.

From the beginning when the communication went wrong to the duel between the two sides, Aldridge has always participated in it as a bystander.

Maybe you generally think, isn’t it nice to be a bystander?At most, it shows neutrality, right?Or is there something unspeakable?

But another way of thinking - from the very beginning, he wanted to remove himself from the struggle between the two sides. Apart from the people who eat melons, there is another kind of person bystanders, that is, the fisherman in the fight between the snipe and the clam.

That kind of indifferent expression is not something that would be shown by those who would care about the feelings of both parties, and look forward and backward.

Paramedics arrived soon after and began bandaging Cardero to stop the bleeding.

Don't look forward to surgery or disinfection, these medical treatment methods, even Sheld, a completely amateur guy, has to sigh amateurishly.

The light green potion was directly poured on it roughly, and then began to bandage. The green potion and dark red blood leaked from the gaps in the bandage. I didn't know that I thought the wound had suppurated.

"By the way, why didn't they just carry Cardero away, but called someone over, wouldn't it take more time?"

Neveu asked curiously.

She can always find a groove in some unexpected places.

"Maybe it's really a bad brain, maybe it's intentional."

"on purpose?"

"Deliberately make him hurt for a while or something."

Although this idea is quite elementary, Sheld sniffed, and the air in the Cumin Stolt was quite fresh, maybe it had some unique ventilation device, but there is still a lot of dust in the position where the rebels are staying now of.

After the bandages were finished, Sheld urged, "Are you still going to fight? Do you want to fight? Let's just count it as our victory."

"You won, but then, you have no chance."

With that said, Langwood stood up, with a menacing look, clenched his fists hard, blushing and thick necked, reminding Sheard of the emoji of a male star wearing a green sportswear.

"Is their relationship so good... It feels like hurting Cardero is like hurting his own father..."

Sheld murmured a little.

Stike on the side laughed and said, "He was angry that Cardero lost, not that Cardero was injured."

"That's how poor Cardero is."

"Brat, you're the next one! Come out and fight me!"

When Langwood saw Sheld talking and joking to himself, he became even more furious.

"Call me..."

Unfortunately, if I choose Neveu, I can relax.

Sheld still checked the opponent's attributes carefully.

"Name: Langwood. Occupation: Warrior (Sword Class). Level: 4. Strength: 18, Dexterity: 14, Intelligence: 10, Constitution: 24. Skills: Charge, Thunder Clap, Ground Slash."

Attributes similar to those of Yadwin Haige, the lord of Baishi Port, used to look awesome, but now, with more knowledge, it's just like that.

"The agility is not high, as long as I don't fight head-on, and then don't fight a protracted battle, the problem is not big."

In a moment, Shield had already thought about the countermeasures.

The two sides stood in the middle of the field, and Langwood raised the broad-bladed sword in his hand and nodded slightly.

Needless to say, the seemingly rude guy turned out to be much more disciplined than Cardero.

Putting his hands behind his back, looking like an old man watching people play chess on the street, Sheld also nodded to indicate that he was ready.

If the venue was bigger, Sheld would be willing to use the stone giant's protection. This skill has been upgraded to the present, and Sheld doesn't even know the actual effect of this thing on the enemy.

I have seen the intimidating performance.

Lausanne, who was in the construction of the Overseer Temple in the Western Wilderness, sneezed, rubbed his nose and looked into the distance, and then he yelled at the barbarian at the bottom of the steps: "Speed ​​up, you sinners! Within a week, I want to see the statue of Lord Sheard erected beside the God of the Earth!"

"For the God of the Earth!"

"For Zansora!"

……

"You took the initiative..."

Sheld looked helplessly at Langwood who was circling with him: "Where are you Shen Yong?"

Langwood ignored Sheld, and just moved around without saying a word.

Is it not easy to attack Sheld?

No.

On the contrary, Sheld was too easy to start. Although Langwood seemed to be full of enthusiasm, he actually had some small plans of his own.

Choosing Sheld as an opponent, of course, felt that Sheld was weak, and Sheld almost met all the requirements of those who had a lot of money to eat - gorgeous and flamboyant attire, surrounded by many women, went out without a weapon, and spoke with a lack of energy. It just feels empty.

From the feeling of breath, although the other party is also a professional, but there are some professions that have no fighting power among them, aren't they?Does Sheld look like the fighting type?

Obviously not!

Also, that face that looked frivolous.

Of course, the latter is a more personal reason.

But now this opponent who should look weak, should be frightened by him, should be very flustered, is so calm, even a little impatient?

Langwood felt that there must be some problem, some kind of trap, but he didn't notice it after observing for a long time.

Until, Sheld took the initiative to say: "I don't think it's interesting if it goes on like this. Why don't I just admit defeat and let others fight?"

Shield's idea is very simple. He has no belief that he must win. In his opinion, the opponent must lose, so just let it go.

He's not a battle freak, he has no obsession with winning or losing battles, it's just a harmless thing, let Neveu come up early, and fight with the red-cut assassin on the other side.